Page 158 of Insatiable

“You’re a sneaky son of a bitch,” Archie says, getting to his feet and leaning his hands on the steel table.

“My dad would have your tongue for speaking about my mother that way,” I reply with a smug grin. “But you’re too much of a pussy to say that to his face, aren’t you?”

Archie argued until his face was blue that it was stupid to be involved with the son of Tobias Mitchell and they should stop messing with me before my father retaliated, but Bernadette, being the horrible bitch she is, convinced him to keep going.

He started watching me with her, with others. Then he took his turn.

It was sickening. I’d broken up with Stacey weeks prior, and the sting from her betrayal was still there. I just wanted to get drunk all the time, but they introduced me to ecstasy, cocaine, acid and whatever the fuck else they pumped into me.

Then the violence started. They made me strangle someone to death. My first kill. Then they sent me to other countries to be trained. Russia. Poland. France. Latvia. Spain. Italy. Austria. Brazil. Beijing.

When I attended private parties with Bernadette on my arm, other women began inquiring about me. My bank account started filling up, surpassing one million, then two, three. Kill contracts amped it up to eight figures.

As rich as I was becoming, I was an empty vessel. I still am, but in the past week or so, I became that teenager again, who had no idea how to use a gun or the deep horrors of the underworld. Just the nervous kid who fancied his sister’s best friend.

Archie punches me out of my trance.

“Your father is nothing but a mindless drone. Can he even speak with all the medication he’s on? Does he even remember who the fuck you are when he spaces out?” He scoffs. “Fucking Tobias Mitchell. You’re just like him. Useless, pathetic, pieces of shit.”

I smirk. “Sure. And that’s why you need to beat me while I’m tied to a chair, right? I’m a piece of shit like my dad, yet you can’t take me one-on-one. You’re an embarrassment, Archie. Your wife got so bored of your dick that she had to fuck a teenager for excitement.”

I tip back as he boots my chair, and the air rushes out of my lungs as I hit the ground.

I laugh through my coughing.

He drops to my level on the ground and grips my hair, whispering harshly into my ear. “I’m going to sneak into your little mansion, slit your stepfather’s throat and shove my cock in your mother’s mouth until she can’t breathe. I’ll fuck her corpse and send you the video. Then, after that, I’ll take your sister.”

My blood boils, my smile dropping.

I keep myself controlled, my expression blank. “When I get the chance, I’m going to make you suffer,” I snap. My forehead smashes into his nose, and I hear it crack. He yelps and quickly stands. “You go anywhere near my family, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

He holds his bleeding face. “You little—”

“Oh shut up the both of you.” Bernadette’s voice echoes in the room – it’s coming from the speaker on Archie’s phone. “Kade. What the hell are you playing at?”

One of the bodyguards rights my position as Archie’s blood drips on the floor.

I hope it hurts, the motherfucker.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply to Bernie.

“Who is working for you? Who was firing back at us?”

I hold my breath, refusing to speak.

“You created your own little team, didn’t you? Sneaky, sneaky boy. It’s a shame they’ll all be dead soon.”

“Doubtful,” I snap. She’ll never find them.

“Who was she? Who was so important to you that you went to such extremes to protect her?”

“No one.”

“You know the goddamn rules, boy,” Archie spits, his stupid bloodstained moustache twitching with his anger. He rips open the folder, spreading pictures over the table. Different angles of me and Stacey at the club. Standing at the bar, me touching her. Her dancing with my target then us out back.

Me fucking next to my target and killing him while deep inside Stacey.

Then the one he took of her. She looks so innocent and frightened, and my insides twist that I put her in that position.

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